Tuesday, 24 February 2009

I know its wrongI know she's just over thereShe'd see everything if she just turned aroundBut I have to have youAnd I willEven if you resistWhich you do to start withBut reallyYou've wanted this as much as meMaybe moreI've seen the way you look at meStripping me with your eyesFucking me in your mindI push my guilt asideI feel your resistance falterKnow I've broken throughAs I take your hand and lead you to the doorYou whisper "well I can only go to hell once"And for tonight, your mine

Friday, 16 January 2009

Sometimes I'm light and giggly and I smile too easily. I meet you more than halfway, kiss you softly, run my fingers over your skin and breathe in the scent of you. Lulu, you'd call me, if you knew. But you don't.

Other times all I want is teeth on my neck, hands pushing me up against the wall, clothing almost ripping as it gives way. I want you to tell me all your filthiest secrets, and I want to smile about them and save them for dark nights all alone. Tallulah, then.

I like to think that I've kept those secrets, that somehow in telling them to me, you've lost them. When you think back for them now, your memory skitters over them and slides to a stop, instead, on thoughts of me. Of how it felt when I pulled you in and kissed you (wasn't going to do that) and how it felt when you came the last time (wish it wasn't).

The dark side and the sweet side are both out of your reach these days. And yet they're closer than you think.